The bed was the softest, best smelling bed I’d ever slept in. I rubbed in closer and the bed moved with a chuckle.
Samuel Astor lay beneath me.Samuel Astor—my boss. I was on my boss.Not only that, but he was also still in me, half-stiff and twitching.What did this mean? Was this a one off? Was he about to tell me to leave, or fire me?
Panic sent my heart pounding.
“Why are you so stiff,” he murmured in his half sleepy voice, arms banding tightly around my back. The digital clock on the nightstand caught my eye.
“I have to go,” I blurted, fighting against his grip, but it was no use, he was much stronger than me.
“What do you mean?” His eyes popped open.
“I need to go to work.”
His arm banded around my back harder. “You’re taking the day off.”
“I can’t, I’m new. I’ll get fired!—”
“No,” he murmured, calm yet no less commanding. I snapped my teeth closed. No? No! I could not believe him.
I let my foot fly out and I hit his calf, while pushing off his chest. His cock popped free of me and left me feeling bereft. I rolled off and cinched the robe shut.
“Nina,” he snapped.
“Samuel,” I muttered back. His eyes narrowed, putting the fear of the lord in my heart. I backed up as he smoothly stood. At some point last night, he’d rid himself of his clothing. I swallowed, working valiantly not to look down. He crowded me until my spine hit the wall and he loomed over me, his face near my nose.
Why did me saying his name anger him so? Was I not good enough to call his name? He said nothing as he watched me and I avoided his gaze, looking at the lips that kissed me so sweetly last night.
He laughed. “Now you hide from me?” He gripped my chin and forced it up. “After clinging to me all night?”
I scowled and yanked my chin out of his grip.
Had I lost everything I strived for just because I’d fallen into his bed? In the light of day, I recognized my delusion. Women flocked to him and he had a hoard of them lusting after him.
Also . . . he was my boss . . . and thirteen years older than me.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Astor.” His stiff expression softened. “This was my fault. You took me in when I was ill.”
“Hey, look at me,” he gripped the back of my neck and forced me a few steps toward him. My insides were a mess. So much so that I took the greatest pleasure in the shortened distance. “Tell me, what’s going on in your head.” He flicked my forehead.
I scowled up at him.
“Now.”
“I-I, what is this?” I said in a hurried tone. People had those relationships, and I never thought that would be my first experience. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding and I feared my crumpled expression showed the agony siphoning through my bloodstream at the thought. “You’re older, experienced, and I’ve heard of your past.” I mumbled the last part.
The corner of his lips tightened.
“I see.”
That dropped me to the depth of agony. I struggled to take in a breath.
“Let’s end this here. I-I don’t want,” I paused to collect myself, but tears already rimmed my eyes, threatening to spill. “I don’t want to lose my job. I can’t lose my job.” I sniffed, feeling like an elephant took a seat on my chest the more I thought about him with another woman.
“No,” he said simply, head cocking as he studied me.
“No?” I gasped on a choked breath. “What do you mean no?”
“I mean, no. You became mine the moment you fell onto my lap.”
